Letras
(Yeah)
(Why the fuck you lookin')
(Switched up my whole swag)
Don't try to press me about my appearance buddy, why the fuck you looking? (Mm-hm)
Had to switch up out my old swag, that bitch been getting tooken
Shoot my shot up on that hoe, I watch it green like Devin Booker (Swish)
I don't do this often baby, but for you I'll eat the cookie (Let's go)
Put a few bands on my body, talkin' brand new pants and hoodie (Cha-ching)
She wanna slide back when we went to the show, she wanna give me nookie (Woo-)
She just think about what it was, I still think about what it could be (I do)
Bae tryna knock up on my door, she like "Markey what you cooking" (Wah-wrd)
We got money up in the bando, what's that smell I'm smoking cookie
We post up at the front door you come outside and you'll be shook
I did one line, one time, two bitches, my life
Don't apologize you're not mine
Like, bitch knows that I'm about to shine (Wah-wah)
Still screaming "Free Palestine"
New shoes that's a pair of designer (Bitch)
Whole crew got a screw loose you gon pull up on me they gon whack you about it (They gon what-)
Say you're getting money, you ain't getting nothing why the fuck your buddy cappin' about it
I know that's my twin, know he really stunting he gonna pull up on you and go jack your shorty
Yeah, can't get off that dope (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah, feds at the back door (Yeah-yeah)
Your hoe wanna score (Yeah)
Buddy sit and cope (Yeah-yeah)
You wanna steal my swag I guess in that you're not alone (Wah-wrd)
How the fuck you hating on my music but still nod along? (The fuck)
Lets get into it, go bag for bag I got this new shit on (Band for band)
I'm getting way too hot and I don't plan on cooling off (No, I can't)
What cause he can't? Lil' bitch that still mean that I can
What's the plans?
2025 lil' boy you still up on them xans? (Get off it)
Throwing hands, throwing bands, I poured it up this bitch want bands, uh
Buddy go get your swag up still tryna pay off that advance (Word)
Call the hoes up, call the hoes up, we gonna walk in do our dance